Stone & Rob is a decent album by Camp Lo. While it hits the mark on a few occasions, it does not capture the magic of their 1997 jump-off, which they seem to be trying to recreate. Perhaps their next release will be more Blu-Ray than eight-track.
While sonically better than the original, More Grey Hairs is simply a rehashed version of its predecessor. Its not necessarily a terrible thing, with many tracks having a similar taste Reks is unable to fully give a broad spectrum of who he truly is
With help from Jay-Z and ?uestlove, meet the antithesis of Auto Tune, and one diverse young songstress.
While The Rebirth has its moments, Bobby Valentino's sub-par pen game is what proves to be his greatest downfall, turning otherwise notable singles into quickly forgotten stanzas
Although some tracks were curiously omitted and the mixtape only limited to the crew's first two efforts, Bobby Evans turns in a faithful ode to The Pharcyde that both fans and newcomers can enjoy
Ghostdeini The Great isn't an album than it is a reminder of the indelible impression Tony Starks has carved in his career. Unfortunately for those who already own most of Ghostface's archives, heads may avoid this one.
With another strong outing in Tronic, Black Milk continues the trend of Detroit's musical revolution. With its quality beats and above-average raps, Motown has delivered another dope album to go along with their revolution
Sandman explains why he and Black Thought aren't that different, The Re-Up Gang alum is just a street emcee.
His favorite color is purple, and this Nigerian grew up on more Donna Summer than DMX, see why this deejay/emcee is outside Providence.
A freshly-united Pharcyde takes DX down the path of creating five classics, with some shocking revelations.
The Diplomats' battle-brawler takes his fitted off to have some laughs about Hell Rell Facts, Killa Season and more.
When he's not in the circle with Kanye and The Game, MC Lyte's video-gaming cousin talks to DX about being Next.
While most of the album is your standard Neptunes, experimental affair, N.E.R.D. suffers through immature lyrical content and limited subject matter, essentially detracting from the overall experience.
Unfortunately for HNIC 2, with bland beats and sorry rhymes, this is a shoddy send-off disc he leaves behind during his government-sponsored vacation
One of Hip Hop's top photographers talks shooting all Jay's covers, Akinyele's attitude, and The Carter III cover.
In honor of Black History Month, HipHopDX's Meka Udoh breaks down an almost-A-to-Z of rap dream jobs.
Inglewood's next Hip Hop contribution is nothing like Mack 10. Thurzday and Y-O talk sneaker fetishes, car crashes and new L.A.
Although it has its moments, Who Am I? will only truly satisfy diehard fans of Cormega's legal hustle. For the rest though, they should only continue to wait for the next Montana diary.
11:11 is a welcome change of pace from the normally paranoid RSE roster. Despite its inevitable (albeit quasi-stereotypical) similarities toInterscope's melanin-deprived cash cow, Mac adds yet another golden star to Rhymesayers' impressive r
From rappers eating people (literally) to others shitting on themselves (literally) Meka presents some interesting moments in Hip Hop.
The Kush unfortunately gives listeners less reason to wonder why Havoc has played the back for so long, while Prodigy has remained the (sometimes-swollen) mouthpiece of the crew. Perhaps now he'll stick to crafting those moody heatrocks more often.